[center] [h1][color=39b54a]Green Team's Dinner[/color][/h1] [img]http://i.imgur.com/28qjKqU.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Fb1UXSA.png[/img] [img]http://i63.tinypic.com/334ujyh.jpg[/img] [img]http://i65.tinypic.com/2lsi06d.jpg[/img] [img]http://i68.tinypic.com/mhf02b.jpg[/img] [img]http://i68.tinypic.com/es3ewn.png[/img] [h3][color=palevioletred]Zoe Fletcher[/color] | [color=9e0039]Angélique Lachance[/color] | [color=gold]Aaron Erickson[/color] [color=crimson]Savannah Churchill[/color] | [color=a187be]Allison Revel | [color=red]Christopher Francis[/color][/color][/h3] [color=silver][hr]𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟞, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕌𝕊𝔸ℝ𝕀𝕃ℕ ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕦𝕤 / / 𝔸𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕂𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕟 - 𝟛𝕣𝕕 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣[hr][/color] [sub]Collab made by [@Lasrever] [@Riffus Maximus] [@Holy Grail] [@canaryrose] [@VarionusNW] [@dragonmancer][/sub] [/center] With a sore shoulder from today’s earlier training with Lawrence about handling firearms, Angélique made her way towards USARILN East’s cafeteria. She was looking forward all day long to this afternoon, getting her old team all together for a dinner of her own design. Sure, what she intended to make didn’t quite fit together, but she’d rather make them discover a bit of dishes from her hometown rather than treat her friends to something ordinary. As always, she was greeted by the nonchalant expression of the staff member labelled “Jason” behind his counter. Before even taking care of the ID formality, she jumped on the trigger with a question. [color=9e0039]“Hey, you guys have kitchens at the back, right? Mind if I use them for the afternoon?”[/color] [color=f7976a]“Uhhh, you know you have a communal kitchen in the Abes’ apartment, right?”[/color] [color=9e0039]“No shit. I don’t have the ingredients.”[/color] [color=f7976a]“Use your legs and your allowance to buy what you need in CC 1.”[/color] [color=9e0039]“Well fuck you then.”[/color] Angel stormed out of the cafeteria with a pissed off expression in her eyes. She really didn’t want to go to town and carry groceries from Crimen Culpae to the dorms. [color=gold]“Hey Angel!” [/color] Aaron called out behind the angry Canadian girl. She turned on her heels, visibly mad, which made Aaron back off a little bit while presenting his hands in a symbol of peace. [color=gold]“Oh, sorry. Did I catch you again at a wrong timing?”[/color] Aaron apologized, remembering well what had happened yesterday when she crossed her during one of her bad mood days. [color=9e0039]“No no. Quite the opposite actually. I’ve been refused access to this prison’s kitchen, so I need to run to town and grab some stuff to make tonight’s dinner.”[/color] [color=gold]“Need some help? Four arms are better than two to carry groceries bag, am I right?"[/color] [color=9e0039]“Hmm… Well I guess I can’t say no. I’d really appreciate it, thanks.”[/color] [color=gold]“Alright then, lead the way.”[/color] The two former members of Green Team soon departed towards Crimen Culpae 1 in search of a supermarket. Thanks for the power of the campus’ network signal, Angel managed to find - with the help of her trusty smartphone - a rather good-rated supermarket not too far away from USARILN. On the way to the neighboring town, the two subnaturals discussed at length about what kind of music they preferred, bands and some well-known albums. Although the two shared a passion for metal music, it was evident their taste came from two different sources. Angel preferred mostly was came out from artists, while Aaron was very interested in covers made from video-games and/or the original soundtracks from those. They’ve been killing time on the road by making listen each other listen to their favorite songs, Aaron lending his trademark headphones to Angélique while she handed her smartphone playing songs from her personal playlists. It had been a good way to seemingly reach the store in the blink of an eye. Before they knew it, the musical duo stepped through the automatic door of the supermarket, greeting the two Mages with the fresh smell of fruits and vegetables. [color=9e0039]“Alright, let me check what I need.”[/color] Angel took her phone in hand and opened a note she had typed in earlier this morning. It was her groceries list, listing each ingredient she’d need to make her food. [hider=Angel's groceries list] Patates Huile végétale Mélange à sauce brune Fromage Ognons Poivrons verts Saucisses italiennes Viande hachée Blé d’inde en crème Farine Sucre Bleuets Cassonade Lait Œufs Fécule de maïs [/hider] Aaron looked quizzically at Angel when she was muttering out loud the list on her phone. He had absolutely no idea what most of what she read meant. [color=gold]“Sorry, I don’t speak… French, was it? Tell me what you need, I’ll go get them for you.” [/color] Aaron took a nearby shopping cart and brought to Angel while he was carrying a shopping basket for himself. [color=9e0039]“Could you get… mozzarella cheese, onions, green peppers, blueberries, eggs, milk, and cream-styled corn?”[/color] Aaron nodded, pulling out his phone and making a note of everything Angélique said. So far, he really had no clue what she intended to cook, and that seemed to be only half of her shopping list. After writing everything down, the two split up on their own to fetch their ingredients. While the brown-haired Arbiter went to fetch his parts of the groceries, the raven-haired Aberration took her time to select the finest selection of food she could find. A 10 pounds’ sack of potatoes, oil, brown gravy mix, Italian sausages, lean ground beef, white flour, sugar, brown sugar, salt and finally corn starch. Pooling everything together, the students’ duo went to the cashier to complete their purchase. While the two were emptying their shopping cart on the moving tray, the guy behind the counter seemed anxious, or nervous. [color=f7976a]“Holy crap, you two are Subnaturals right? You two going out? On a date, perhaps? Oh, I know, you guys shopping for a romantic meal tonight, am I right?”[/color] The cashier obnoxiously questioned as it was time to pay for the groceries. [color=gold]“N-NO!”[/color] [color=9e0039]“What the fuck man?”[/color] The two Mages blurted out in answer to the sudden assault of erroneous assumptions the guy behind his counter shot at them. With an annoyed frown, the black-haired X-marked got her student ID card and shoved it in the cashier’s face. [color=9e0039]“Just shut up and take the cash. I haven’t got all day to listen to your bullshit.”[/color] Angel sharply added. At this moment, Aaron realized just how straightforward her friend could be to others when she wasn’t in the mood to mess around, especially when people were being stupid to her. The cashier gulped and lowered his eyes, not wanting to aggravate the situation any further, knowing well what an angry X-marked could become. Yep, definitively going out, and the girl seemed to be the dominant one of the couple. He chuckled mentally at this fact. Taking the girl’s card, he charged the card for the expenses by sweeping it in his machine before returning it to its owner. [color=f7976a]“Thank you for your purchase! You two have a nice day together!” [/color] As much as Angel wanted to shout his face off some more, Aaron gripped her arm, looking at her with disapproval eyes and slowly shaking his head negatively. He was right, the guy wasn’t worth the trouble she’d get for sending the guy flying on his ass with his machine. They’ll just take their groceries and leave this store as quickly as possible to return to the dorms. It was getting rather late to make the dinner, but if they could hurry up, she’ll have time to prepare everything for this evening. The road back to USARILN was less eventful. The two spent their time walking in awkward silence, Aaron carrying the heaviest bags and the 10-pound sack of potatoes on his shoulder per request, while Angélique was carrying the numerous smaller grocery bags. [color=gold]“Did I do something wrong?”[/color] [color=9e0039]“What do you mean?”[/color] [color=gold]“Yesterday, when you stormed off the training grounds. Did I say anything hurtful to you?”[/color] Angel stood silent, at loss as what to say. What could she tell him? That she was tormented by inner voices which drives her towards destruction? No, she didn’t want him to worry about her problems. It was her burden, she couldn’t share it with someone else, even if at times she would want to confess her worries, pain and sadness to someone else. [color=9e0039]“I… just wasn’t in a good mood that day. I’m an X-marked, you know? They say that we simply have days we feel that way. I guess yesterday were one of those days.”[/color] Visibly uncomfortable speaking about this subject, Aaron dropped the subject for the time being. Surely there was something deeper than that, like what exactly was her stigma that turned her into such a different person. But it wasn’t the time to pry further into her reasons. After all, they had just recently come into USARILN, who knows how recently she had to start dealing with her issues. Arriving at the dorms, the duo took the elevator inside the Aberration apartments, bringing the ingredients to the third floor’s communal kitchen. [color=gold]“Do you need help with the cooking? I can cut vegetables if you need me to.” [/color] [color=9e0039]“No, that will be alright. I… need some time alone. Plus, I’m treating you guys to dinner, it wouldn’t be fair to have you help me now.”[/color] [color=gold]“You sure? Okay then… anything I can actually do for you?”[/color] [color=9e0039]“Well… if you could do me one last favor. I told everyone to meet me at the cafeteria at 5 PM, but I obviously won’t have time to go there myself. If you could just meet the others there and tell them to meet me here, or at room 300, I’d be much obliged.”[/color] [color=gold]“Alright, got it. Anything else?”[/color] [color=9e0039]“No… I think that will be all.”[/color] [color=gold]“Alright then. See you later.” [/color] [color=9e0039]“Yeah… later. Thank you for the help today. I appreciate it.”[/color] [color=gold]“Eh, you’re welcome. It’s always a pleasure being with you- err… I mean… speaking with you. Yeah!”[/color] Aaron started walking out of the kitchen, before slowly coming to a stop, realizing Angel had just given him the number to his room. [color=gold]“If you need anything, my room’s 225 in the Arbiter dorms. Chris is my roommate… and so was Alexis.”[/color] Aaron trailed off on his former roommate and teammate. Finally, he left quickly, calling himself stupid to have brought up Alexis’ name in this discussion. He had to move forward, no matter how hard it was to accept a fellow student’s death, but perhaps that deep inside, Angélique was still mourning the loss of their friend. That would explain why she was trying so hard to bring up the team together after that night. In the kitchen, Angel had stopped from unpacking the groceries after she heard Aaron mentioning Alexis name. Why did that name affect her so much? Was it because she still blamed herself for her death, even though she barely even knew her? She didn’t know, or refused to acknowledge the reasons. All that she knew is that they had lost four people that night, perhaps four too many. After a minute of lamenting herself for this loss, Angel started unpacking the groceries once more, looking somehow more determined than before. She would not let their deaths be in vain. If needs be, she’ll use them to strengthen herself and the others. That’s the least she could do to pay homage to their sacrifices. --------------------------------------------- [color=palevioletred][i]I can't believe I'm bothering with this.[/i][/color] Zoe paused at the door of the cafeteria, feeling slightly irritated that she'd actually headed out for this. Of all the people in the school, these were the ones she'd planned to avoid as much as she could - even if she'd bothered sating her Stigma at any point, they'd probably still manage to annoy the shit out of her. So why was she here? Well, she had her reasons for turning up. Mostly to see if they'd actually given any thought to what she'd said, or if they were still going to bitch and moan at her for being mean to them. Not that it bothered her either way, but she wanted to see if helping them was even worth the effort. If it wasn't, then that just meant she was wasting her breath and she could move on to people that might at least try and help themselves. In short, she was here to judge exactly how right she was about them. She certainly had no intention of making up for anything, that was for sure. As far as she was concerned, she didn't have anything to make up for and didn't feel any kind of obligation to these people after the situation they'd put her into. She pushed open the door, expression shining with arrogance as she strode into the room and took a seat. Perfectly aware that she was being obnoxious about this, she sat with a taunting smirk on her face. It was more than clear that she wasn't here to apologize - if anything, the expression she wore made it seem that she was laughing at the situation. Daring anyone that might come in to confront her. At least she could have some fun with this. When Chris had gotten an invitation, he was a tad surprised. He thought he made it clear he wasn't looking to make friends with his attitude prior to the fight. Then again, the tragedy of losing a few unlucky souls was heartbreaking to everyone, not just him. He definitely did not like his other roommate, but with the loss of Alexis he figured it would be best to just go ahead with it. Chris then took a nice hot shower, groomed his white hair back with gel, put on some generic white-boy deodorant, then proceeded to get dressed in his suit and tie he and brought with him as part of his clothes. A black trimmed heavy coat, with matching dress pants and a black tie. A fancy red shirt was worn beneath the suit, buttoned and folded collars all. Finishing his attire with white socks and black dress shoes he would look at the mirror one last time before heading out to the cafeteria. When he arrived, he would sigh with his usual brooding scowl. Sure, he was willing to go, but that doesn't mean he was going to enjoy it. He was the second enter, just after Zoe. He took a seat himself, in his silence and away from Zoe and Aaron. Taking refuge in a corner for him to brood alone at. Allison arrived quietly, pushed open the door to the cafeteria, and walked to the table where her former team mates sat. She was wearing some of the clothes that Angel had picked out for her. Allison sat down, looking around at those who had arrived before her. Aaron was there, Zoe seemed smug, and Chris was brooding and moody. Allison kept to herself, staring down at the table with her hands clasped together. Once everyone had gathered at the cafeteria, Aaron had risen from his chair. Truthfully, he wasn't sure a lot of these people would've accepted Angélique's invitation. Well, not that she was hated or anything. There was something about her that tried to bring people together around her. The brown-haired boy wondered exactly how his former teammates felt about Angel, if they felt strongly about her the same way he did. While he wasn't fond of having Zoe around with her challenging sly grin, he would do his best to ignore her smug attitude, for this dinner's sake, for Angel's sake who had poured a lot of effort to bring her former team back together despite what had happened on that night. [color=gold]"Everyone's here. Good. Follow me. Angel told me to get you guys to her dorm, as it appears she couldn't use the cafeteria's kitchens."[/color] Aaron said as he turned to the former Green Team, shortly leaving the cafeteria afterwards to head to the Aberrations' dorms. [color=palevioletred][i]Still playing at being a leader, are we Aaron? I thought we'd established how that one goes.[/i][/color] Zoe had rolled her eyes as Aaron addressed them, making a point of basically ignoring whatever he said. Whether or not she could get a rise out of the guy, watching him try [i]not[/i] to get annoyed by her was almost as entertaining as actually provoking him. Once they reached inside and made their way to the third floor, their nostrils would be assaulted by the smell of various kind of food. Meat, stirred vegetables, pie? The mix of smells seemed kind of weird, but it made the whole dorm smell tremendously good nonetheless. As they reached the communal dining area, they were greeted by the sight of Angélique just about getting something out of the oven, curelessly speaking with a few other Aberrations that she had drawn out of their rooms with the exquisite aromas escaping from the kitchen. [color=9e0039]"Don't worry, Jake. I'll try to save you a piece of pie after our dinner. If not, I can just make another one with the leftover blueberries I have."[/color] Angel chuckled as she brought the blue-filled pie out of the oven and onto the counter. Turning to bring her last cooked part of the dinner over to the dining table, her face beamed with a radiant smile as she noticed everyone from Green Team came. [color=9e0039]"Guys! I'm so happy to see you all came! Here, take a seat, dinner's ready."[/color] Angel motioned to the table with a swing of her head. The surrounding Aberrations that had been speaking with the cooking angel either dispersed back into their own rooms or went to use the kitchen now that the newly arrived Aberration finished using it. Even though some of them wanted to stick around, they all respected the girl's dedication to bring her former team back together, finding some kind of solace from seeing such a display if friendship inside these cold walls. On the table, Angel indeed stood true to her words, as it was filled with meals typically popular or originating from her home country and town. On the middle of the table, there laid the two main dishes, [url=http://www.arcticgardens.ca/media/cache/19/09/19094a48f2d81689c574b121045b8502.jpg]one was a pot filled with... mashed potatoes?[/url] The other was [url=http://imgur.com/D3jQDfT]a pot filled with fries topped with brown gravy and cheese, mixed onions, green peppers, ground beef and Italian sausages[/url]. At the ends of the table, two pies rested in their cooking plate. [url=http://storage-cube.quebecormedia.com/v1/cdp_prod/coup_de_pouce/253b781f-9bce-4bc3-a1d9-391e3caa371b/tarte-bleuets-rust410.jpg]One seemed to be filled with blueberries[/url], [url=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sXszSZekNA/TXea4Ktt0gI/AAAAAAAACV4/YuIYsgiOiN0/s1600/tarte%2Bau%2Bsucre.jpg]the other with brown sugar[/url]. [color=9e0039]"Bon appétit!"[/color] When Savannah had gotten to the cafeteria, no one from the former green team was there. Already exhausted from the frantic run across campus, the young girl sped back to Building B, panting. She was [i]so[/i] late. Who knows if anyone would actually be there by the time Savannah managed to arrive at the building. Her shoes slapped the pavement hard; other students moved out of the running Aberration's way. It was clear she had somewhere to be, and that place was not here. When Savannah got to the building, she sped up the stairs towards Angel's room. If they weren't in the cafeteria, they'd probably be there. Getting to Angel's room, Savannah stopped and banged on the door. She panted, her curly blonde hair stuck to her forehead. Damnit, it'd be extra frizzy in an hour or so. She just hoped that it wouldn't look like a fucking afro. After about 45 seconds of waiting, no one came to the door. Agitated, Savannah decided to check the second place that they might be. The kitchens. She sprinted over there, and seeing them, she came to a stop. [color=crimson]"H-hello."[/color] she managed to gasp out while catching her breath. [color=crimson]"It took me forever to find you, thanks for that.[/color] Upon arriving in the room, Zoe really wasn't sure how to react. She appreciated the gesture, that wasn't an issue at all, but - well, she couldn't remember the last time she'd actually had anyone make her fresh food. Or eaten much of anything that wasn't from a can or a cafeteria, for that matter. It was strange, familiar and completely unfamiliar at the same time. Plus, she was pretty sure her table manners had all but disappeared in the intervening time. Smelled good, though. Taking a seat with a yawn, she figured they'd just put down any faux pas to her being deliberately rude. Which, all things considered, was fine with her. Rudeness had always been the least of her concerns, and it was a problem that she didn't care to fix. If any of her teammates cared that much about table manners, then they could get the hell over it. As Savannah arrived, Zoe looked over from her seat and spoke in a flat tone. [color=palevioletred]"Sorry to inconvenience you. Must have been real hard figuring out people were making food in the kitchen, but I'm glad you were able to manage it eventually."[/color] Savannah glared at Zoe, pissed-off ness radiating off of her. [color=crimson]"Haha, very funny."[/color] Savannah said, sarcasm lacing each word. She really didn't like Zoe. Not one bit. The scent alone was amazing. Allison hadn't smelled anything that good in a long time. When was the last time she had had a home cooked meal? Allison took her seat at the table with glee, hungrily staring at the food in front of her. [color=a187be]"This looks absolutely amazing! You made this by yourself?"[/color] Allison's focus flitted between Angel and the feast. [color=bc8dbf]"You've got to teach me how to cook sometime."[/color] The line came out of Allison's mouth faster than she could process it. Well, Allison didn't know how to cook, and Angel seemed to be pretty capable, and she had helped Allison out with other things already. Allison's excitement instantly dropped when Savannah entered the room. Allison's eyes focused on the table, her hands clamped together. She stayed quiet while Zoe let loose an obvious insult. [color=a187be]"Hey, Savannah."[/color] Allison said, still focused on the table. [color=9e0039]"Savannah! It's good to see you!"[/color] Seeing Allison, Savannah immediately began to redden. When she took her seat, she took the one farthest from Allison as possible, looking at her shoes. [color=crimson]"H-hi, Allison."[/color] Savannah croaked out. Their meeting from yesterday still burned in her memory, much to the distaste of Savannah. No, she didn't want to think of lacy, erroneous underwear. That wasn't something she wanted forever ingrained into her memory, but alas, it was. [color=9e0039]"Sure! Next time we get to have a good homemade meal, let's go shop and we'll spend an afternoon experimenting with food." [/color] Angel answered to Allison, flashing a cheerful smile as she sat down at one end of the table. By the time everyone sat, there was this awkward silence filling the dinning room. The only person who wasn't this silent was the one who had cooked this meal by herself, humming a joyful song from beneath her closed lips. Seeing everyone gathered here, no matter how awkward things may be, it filled her with pride and joy. Well the food was good. That much Chris was certain just by entering the relocated room. For the others, well, he could tolerate them. However, it seems there was some tension between the others, which was surprising since he thought he would receive the most annoyance of for his cold and distant behavior towards them. The silence made it more obvious that nearly everyone had no interest in conversing. Music to Chris's ears. He'd enjoy his meal of Poutine and Pate Chinois, foods he had never experienced before. Chris may had no interest in the others, but he had to give credit where credit was due. "Well I appreciate the food, Angelique, I suppose that makes us even." It was only polite to accept the food, even an edgelord like Chris knew his manners. "Don't think that makes us friends though." He added before taking another bite of his selected serving. Chris's etiquette was professional. Napkin on lap, taking small bites of food, and frequently dabbing his lips with his napkin. [color=9e0039]"Yeah, love you too, bro."[/color] Angel sarcastically answered back at Christopher. [color=f7976a][i]...Jackass...[/i][/color] Cracks began to appear in Angélique's smile. She tried to maintain a friendly and positive attitude as the host of this dinner, but already the heated-up tension between Zoe and the rest of the teams, Chris being an ass and Allison and Savannah being awkward to each other, not to mention that suddenly her voices began creeping up the surface all of a sudden, all this started to twist Angel's smile into a more forceful one. In her life, the raven-haired Aberration wasn't known for having a lot of patience, and this situation really tested how far she'd keep up the good looks in order to bring some semblance of harmony into this team. Savannah served herself a portion of poutine. Hesitant, she bit into it, and was immediately surprised. It was salty, almost greasy. The sauce covering it- was that gravy? There were also some various toppings on it, which she happily ate as well. Unlike Chris, Savannah was a messy eater. She ate far too fast, the occasional juice dripping down her chin, which she promptly caught with her napkin. Although, she did have the dignity to eat with her mouth closed. "[color=crimson]This is good![/color]" Savannah said after swallowing a bite of it. "[color=crimson]What is it? I've never seen this before.[/color]" [color=9e0039]"It's called Poutine. Usually it's just fries topped with gravy and cheese, but I went ahead of myself and added some more ingredients. I guess you could call it Lumberjack Poutine in English. Oh, and it's normal you maybe haven't had any before. I've heard this meal was exclusive to the part of Canada I live in. Have yet to confirm whether it's true or not actually."[/color] ----------------------------------------------- Eventually, the meal came to an end when everyone had their fill or had enough of this foreigner's cuisine. Seeing how everybody seemed to appreciate Angel's cooking, it was to no surprise there weren't any leftovers from this 6-man servings, much to the chagrin of the few Aberrations who had asked the cook if they could taste her homemade dishes. When it came time to bring out the dishes from the table, Aaron had offered to help cleaning the table, but Angel insisted doing it herself, bringing up the issue that she wanted some time alone to think while cleaning the dishes. That dinner was more troublesome than she had expected. [color=9e0039][i]Oh well... maybe one day they'll all come up together.[/i][/color] [color=f7976a][i]If they even live that long to see that day.[/i][/color] Chris excused himself once the meal was done. He would fold his napkin over the plate, carefully placing the silverware over it. Once doing so, he straightened his tie and turned to the door. "Thanks again for dinner, Angel." Chris said before taking his exit. That night, all he wanted to do now was get out of his fine clothes, shower, and sleep. However he made sure his attire was neatly hung by hangers near his desk before calling it a rest, making a mental note to get that cleaned somewhere. [color=palevioletred]"Oh, are we leaving? Well, thanks for the food, Angel. I can appreciate a decent meal, at least."[/color] Zoe, having stayed quiet for most of the meal on account of actually wanting to enjoy the food, watched Chris leave with a grin appearing on her face. Sure, she could offer to help out, but that meant spending more time around these people - and if Angel wanted time alone, Zoe doubted that she'd be an improvement on that situation. Of course, Zoe being who she was, she wasn't about to exit without getting another shot in at the group. Standing up, she started heading out of the cafeteria. [color=palevioletred]"Well, I'm heading off then. You guys try not to get anyone killed while I'm gone!"[/color] Her tone was cheerful, enough that if it wasn't for what she was saying people would probably think she was being nice to the group. [color=palevioletred]"I'd hate to have to clean up after any of you."[/color] With a mocking salute, Zoe turned and headed out. She figured that would be enough for the day, anyway - and besides, she really wanted to get some sleep. Allison wasn't sure how much she had eaten. The food was amazing, better than canned beans, that's for sure. Allison had been relatively talkative during the meal, moreso than most of her compatriots, but she had refrained from talking much to Savannah. Hopefully they would both eventually forget about what had happened. [color=a187be]"Thanks for the meal, Angel. That was the best food I've had in ages. I mean it."[/color] Allison wanted to help clear the dishes, but considering how Angel had already shooed away Aaron, it seemed that help wasn't wanted. Allison left right after Zoe and Chris, waving Angel, Aaron, and Savannah goodbye. It was time to sleep. "[color=crimson]Already? Damn, that was so good I lost track of time. Thanks for the food, Angel. It was awesome.[/color] Savannah said, smiling. The food had been good, Savannah had devoured a lot of it. Especially the pie. [i]Especially[/i] the pie. What could she say? Savannah had a tooth for all things sweet and sugary. She walked out of the room with a wave. It had been a good dinner, with the exception of the awkwardness between Allison and Savannah, and the hostility from Zoe. She headed to her room, humming. Angélique waved goodbye to each and every one as they bid their farewell. Alone at last, the black-haired Canadian slowly cleaned the dishes from the table, before moving on to the sink where she took her sweet time cleaning everything up in pristine condition. In contrast to earlier, there were no songs, no joyful humming escaping her lips, no smile. Truly, the dinner might've went well according to outside viewers, but in reality, it was a disaster. While Angel might have scored a few points in her teammates heart, this meeting wasn't to show-off her culinary skills, nor to gain more popularity. Sure, she could benefit from gaining her teammates' trust, but that wasn’t what she was going for. She had hoped this dinner would've eased the tension between everyone on Green Team. Hard truth was, the shades-wearing X-marked realized that this evening only cemented each other's hate or disliking towards each other, as Angel had to preemptively stop Aaron from shouting at Zoe after what she said before leaving the dining room. [color=9e0039]"Pathetic..."[/color] For once, Angélique's words reflected what her inner voices ushered, the façade she had built crumbling.